Will lying on the couch in Hannibal’s office, squirming as Hannibal tickles his pretty little hole. It feels SO good but it’s too much, too much sensory information coming in all at once. He has to close his eyes, so he misses the hungry, possessive look in Hannibal’s eyes. He knows that Hannibal’s saying something to him, but he has no idea what because he can’t think well enough to make out the actual words. All he can focus on is the feeling of Hannibal’s fingers fluttering back and forth 1/2

luvkurai:

Couch porn 2/3 now resubmit (rewritten from memory so definitely doesn’t match up exactly sorry!) Will’s hips are making little jerking motions up towards Hannibal, silently begging for more, but at the same time he’s pressing back down into the couch because it’s all just TOO much. He doesn’t know how he’s going to survive this, because if he feels this good just from the light brushes of Hannibal’s fingers at his hole, what is it going to feel like when there’s no longer any underwear between

3/3 his oh-so-sensitive hole and Hannibal’s rough fingers?

GOD DAMN IT

Teen!Will is watching the neighbor’s kids while their parents are gone. when the kids are asleep, Will get bored of watching MTV and calls OlderBoyfriend!Hannibal to come to the house. they have some some fun on the couch ^_^

luvkurai:

Hannibal has Will pinned to the couch by his wrists, watching his boy arch and writhe and groan, he wants out of his clothes so bad, which Hannibal would only get off of him to allow after he has properly explained every excruciating detail of what he would like Hannibal to do to him—take my clothes off, lick m-my hole, let me suck your cock, put your cock in me so deep, and fill me up with cum. Will worries, when they actually do all of these things, that his moans will wake the children up—or perhaps worse, the parents will return and find Will in this precarious position.

1 Will gives up a lot of things to be with Hannibal. He’s sacrificed his dogs, he allows himself to be dressed up on occasion and presented to a cooing selection of Baltimore’s elite, he even puts up with the regular pissing matches between Jack and his overprotective boyfriend. In return he asks very little. Regular sleeping hours, companionship and a little stability in his life. One thing that he has grown used to is the amazingly fluffy blueberry pancakes that greet him nearly every morning.

luvkurai:

2 However as he turns over in bed, sleepy smile grazing his features and sunlight streaming in through a haphazard gap in the curtains, he’s not greeted by the smell of still warm batter and maple syrup but instead the quiet sounds of repetitive drumming. Confused he cracks open an eye, glancing up at Hannibal who is sitting against the headboard of their bed, hair loose and pyjamas pristine, a look of intense concentration on his face. In his hands Will can make out the sleek black metal of his

3 phone, tilting and twisting as long fingers jab at the screen. Carefully Will sits up, sneaking out a hand to grab at the device, the screen lit up with half-assed graphics depicting a never-ending road littered with little gems. The moment he takes the phone the running figure plummets over one edge and Hannibal makes a keening sound, fixing a mournful gaze on Will. ‘Will,’ he says, ‘I had almost beaten my high score.’

4 He wants to laugh and pass it all off as some kind of joke because really, Hannibal playing Temple Run? But this is a man who arranges his spice rack alphabetically and makes sure his desk is always in neat parallels and from the number on the screen (nearly 3 million or something crazy. Will’s top score had been 2,773) he can tell he won’t be getting his pancakes for a while. (I’m sorry I have a habit of passing my own faults off on to cute couples)

OMFG???

TEMPLE RUN THO